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A blazing green light shot out from the tip of the wand and accurately hit the monster that was running towards it!

The monster's momentum stopped instantly, as if it was twisted by some invisible force in the air. Its body suddenly expanded, and it seemed to be filled with violent turbulence inside. Then it collapsed strangely, making a dull thud, and rolled heavily on the ground, and finally stopped straight in front of the man's feet.

However, the man did not relax, but slowly bent down, looking at the black shadow that was still twitching slightly.

Suddenly -

His pupils shrank slightly, as if he had noticed something, and he took a step back with a frown.

"After being hit by my death curse, you are not dead yet?"

Sure enough -

The next second, the monster's body shook violently, began to twitch violently, and struggled to get up.

But strangely, its body had undergone some changes -

The illusory, free texture suddenly became solid, as if some heterogeneous structure supporting its existence was forcibly stripped away, its outline gradually became clear, and its body began to shrink, becoming more like some kind of wreckage.

It was still struggling, but its movements became more and more uncoordinated, as if some fundamental function was collapsing, and even tiny cracks could be seen on its surface, like an alchemical creation that was disintegrating on its own.

The man narrowed his eyes and murmured -

"No soul, so the structure is incomplete?"

His eyes slowly swept over the monster's broken body, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Artificially created structure... Tsk, what a brilliant alchemy."

Wave the magic wand!

An invisible force suddenly erupted in the air, and the twisted monster was suddenly pulled into the air, struggling and tumbling, but unable to resist the tyrannical magic.

Then -

"Thunder Explosion!"

Boom!

A deafening explosion!

The monster was blown to pieces in midair, and turned into countless broken limbs and charred fragments scattered everywhere.

If you look closely, the exploded flesh and blood actually revealed a strange purple, like the aftermath of some forbidden energy, flickering faintly in the air, and then turned into smoke and dust, blown away by the night wind.

This scene made the wizards who were still in shock all around stop, their eyes full of shock and disbelief-

"This man... can still use magic?!"

"Oh my God! That monster can be killed so easily?!"

"There is hope! We still have hope!"

However, some people gradually came to their senses, frowned slightly, stared at the man standing with a stick, and whispered-

"But... why does he look so familiar?"

The man raised his head, his eyes calmly swept across the monster fragments still floating in the air, and then slowly turned to the entrance of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association.

There, more figures were swarming out, fleeing frantically, but he narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"Inside... isn't it over yet?"

He murmured in a low voice, then waved his wand violently, and with a roar like an explosion, the figure instantly disappeared into the air and teleported towards the interior of the exhibition!

——

Tonks was stunned.

She stared at the direction where the man disappeared with wide eyes, and for a moment she was a little unable to react.

Until a hurried urging came from the side——

"What are you doing?! Go! Take the child to a safe place first!"

Lupin pushed her hard, urging anxiously.

Tonks suddenly woke up, hugged Hermione tightly, followed Lupin, and ran with Ron to the end of Diagon Alley, away from the area that was completely out of control.

However, even while running, Tonks' mind was still echoing the shocking scene just now.

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and whispered——

"Why... why is he here?"

"And... how can he still use magic?!"

After hearing this, Lupin was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke with a complicated tone.

"I don't know..."

He looked back at the chaotic battlefield, his eyes deep and solemn.

"But no matter what... we can only choose to believe him."

-

"... I'm going to die."

Deverot's voice was so weak that it seemed to disappear in the air at any time. He could feel that the vitality in his body was being madly drained, as if the whole person had turned into a dry corpse.

He struggled to lift up his remaining left arm, but when his eyes fell on his hand, he only saw an arm as thin as a bamboo pole, with skin tightly attached to the bones, and flesh and blood seemed to have been drained, leaving only a lifeless withered shell.

Despair completely enveloped his heart.

He raised his head with his last bit of strength and looked at the monster standing in front of him——

The twisted, hideous creature was still wriggling its mouthparts full of thin tubes, as if it was still savoring the essence of life that had just been sucked from his body.

Beside the monster, Mesphilos was still standing there leisurely, with a mocking smile on his lips, quietly admiring his dying appearance.

There was no hope.

Devero's world gradually darkened, the voices in his ears became blurred, and his consciousness seemed to be swallowed by an endless void...

——But at this moment!

A dazzling green light suddenly cut through the darkness!

"Avada Kedavra!"

Instantly, the monster's mouth, which was covered with tentacles, was hit directly by the green light, and the suffocating feeling of absorption immediately disappeared without a trace!

Then, more green light shot out from all directions, accurately hitting the group of monsters surrounding Devereux——

Bang! Bang! Bang!

These originally invincible and terrifying creatures were actually blasted back one by one, some rolled and fell, some twitched wildly after being hit, and more were stiff for a moment under the green light, and then fell to the ground with a bang, completely losing their breath of life!

The air seemed to be sucked out in an instant.

Devereux stared at this scene in a daze. He could hardly feel his body, but he still instinctively twisted his neck to see clearly who was helping him.

Then——

The most familiar figure appeared in his field of vision.

The man stood not far away, holding a staff in one hand, his eyes indifferent, and his black robe fluttered slightly in the wind.

"Why didn't you call me earlier?"

He looked down at Deveraux who was lying on the ground, his tone was so calm that it seemed like he was just complaining to his friend.

Deveraux's lips trembled slightly, and his consciousness was so blurred that he could hardly grasp the reality.

"I...I..." His voice was as weak as if it was blown away by the wind, almost inaudible, "Sorry..."

The man looked at him silently, slowly squatted down, and gently covered Deveraux's eyes with one hand, as if to let him sleep peacefully.

The voice was gentle, with a hint of helplessness.

"It's okay, I know. Is it because of that guy?"

"Just have a good rest."

Deveraux's body trembled violently!

He forced himself to hold on to the last bit of clarity, his lips moved, and he almost gritted his teeth to spit out the last sentence--

"...The thing is with Furong..."

As soon as the voice fell, his body suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke, dissipated with the wind, and completely disappeared into the air.

Around, there was a dead silence.

The man raised his hand and rubbed his golden hair, slowly raised his brown eyes, and his gaze fell on Mesphilos not far away.

Mesphilos still had a leisurely smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was not surprised by all this.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a mocking arc at the corners of his mouth, and chuckled.

"Haha, the real master is finally here?"

However, in Mesphilos's eyes, the person standing in front of him looked exactly like the disappeared Devero just now!

This sudden scene was so absurd that it gave people an illusion of time and space confusion.

But the visitor just stood up with an indifferent look, slowly raised his wand, and pointed it directly at Mesphilos.

His tone was calm, with a hint of coldness.

"Bullying a clone, right?"

--

That's right!

The visitor was Devero's real body.

Things should have been normal - before the exchange meeting started, Deveraud yawned and felt that the road show was too troublesome, so he came up with a plan and simply used projection to create a clone to deal with the situation for him.

Out of caution, he also deliberately cast soul magic on the clone and engraved a subconscious - "the two are one", to ensure that even if it is a clone, it will not do something that the original body cannot accept.

Never expected that things would turn out like this.

Mesphilos...

Deveraud's eyes fell on the man who stood leisurely by the side, as if everything was under control.

This guy actually wanted to abduct his clone?

At first, the restraint of soul magic was still effective, but as time went on, the independent consciousness of the clone seemed to become stronger, and even to some extent, it had its own way of thinking.

Fortunately, Deveraud never fought an unprepared battle.

The clone had a consciousness backup in advance.

That was a unique storage technology developed by Deveraux himself - using special ink to seal the memory, just like a simplified version of the Pensieve, from which the main body can inherit all the memories of the clone whenever needed.

But there was one thing that puzzled him -

Why was the backup kept with Furong?

As for the monsters around, they were just for show.

Deveraux knew that with his ability, he could clean them up at any time.

But now, his target was not these monsters, but Mesphilos, who was standing by and was at ease.

He raised his wand, and the dark green light condensed at the tip of the wand. It was an unmatched death curse that could take life at any time.

However, facing this scene, Mesphilos just smiled lightly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Haha, you should know," he said slowly, with a tone of pity and contempt, "This spell has no effect on me."

Hearing this, Deveraux's mouth curled slightly, and a hint of playfulness appeared in his eyes.

"Really?"

"Why can you use magic?!"

When Deverault asked the question, an angry and confused voice suddenly shouted from the side.

Deverault glanced at him and ignored him.

"Because I am the only one."

"Professor, it's a pity that you have never been hurt by the curse..."

He shook his wand lightly, his tone was relaxed, as if he was just chatting casually.

"After all, I have been studying-"

"How to make the death curse work on gods."

"Thank you Mr. Death for your patented technology."

The moment the voice fell, Deverault's wand swung violently!

"Avada Kedavra·Displacement!!!"

Mesphilos's face suddenly changed.

A green light deeper than the regular death curse suddenly burst out, instantly tearing the air and heading straight for Mesphilos——

(Thank you all for waiting. I finally turned out the stalk I buried before. It was for this reversal. Now I think back, it's really stupid, too stupid. I didn't write a cool article directly, and I made a lot of ugly content. I'm really sorry (╥_╥)... But it seems that everyone didn't guess it. Obviously, I deliberately guided it... (๑¯ω¯๑), then the protagonist began to deal with the Diagon Alley incident. As for why the protagonist can use magic)

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